Author: pingo1387 PM
I run from his arrows, dodging the bombs he has laid out... Based off a dream. Rated T to be safe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 904 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064159
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I ran up the hillside, dodging his arrows and the bombs that he'd set out, which were rather small but quite powerful. He was simply reclining at the bottom of the hill of the enclosed arena. On one side of the hill, starting at the top and going all the way down to the bottom, was a long trail of ivy. There were two doors next to him, side-by-side: One was the one I had come through. The other I knew would only open if I killed him. I had to kill him to pass the test; that was my first priority. At least, it wasmy first priority, for now my primary goal is staying alive.
"Come now, darling," he called, an amused grin on his cocky face, "you can't run forever, now can you!"
He had spoken the truth - and his arrows kept coming. There was something wrong with my own arrow gun, but as I was a bit preoccupied with running for my life, there was no time to stop and fix it. For a split second I wondered where he was getting his arrows from - after all, he had to keep reloading - but I continued running anyway. I dodged one last arrow and threw myself into the incredibly thick ivy bush at the top of the hillside, only to find three more bombs laying in wait. They exploded as I touched them, leaving me much worse for wear. I laid shaking in the dense bush, trying to recover.
"How do you like my surprises, darling?" His arrogant voice infuriated me. "I'll let you rest for a bit before we go back to our game. Is that alright with you?"
Of course it wasalright with me, but I was too busy catching my breath to give a scathing reply. Groping around for something, anything to help me, my hands came upon several thin, cold objects. In the light (the bright fluorescent lights above me were filtered through the dense ivy plant, and so my vision was dim), I could just make out something that seemed like a metal grate, perhaps two feet square. First pushing, then tugging, the grate popped open and I crawled inside. I could just fit, and when I wriggled myself all the way through, I was surprised to see a tunnel built into the side of the arena, inside the apparently fake wall.
Well, well, well.
I saw that the inside of the tunnel, which appeared to stretch all the way to the bottom of the enclosed arena, was covered in ivy like its outside. Scooching my way carefully, quietly, I reached the bottom of the passageway.
Once I reached the end, I stopped to catch my breath once more, and managed to fix the problem with my arrow gun. Turns out that an arrow was simply mis-loaded and caught in the firing area. First switching on the safety, I very carefully removed the troublesome arrow from the barrel of the gun and stuck it in the ivy. Then I turned and saw the other metal grate.
It was about as big as the first one, and covered with ivy as well. The only major difference between the two was that this one had a gap in the dark green plant, allowing me to crouch uncomfortably and get a good view of him. I carefully aimed my gun between the slats at his throat.
"Now, I think it's time for you to come out, wouldn't you say so, darling?" he was saying, the stupid grin never leaving his face. "I've given you long enough of a break, and if you don't come out soon, I may have to come up there and get you myself. And as I told you before, I despisemoving from this spot. I'm quite comfortable here, dar-"
My aim was true. The arrow hit his throat, cutting off his words. Finally, the cocky grin slipped from his face, and he yanked the arrow out with an expression of shock and anger. Big mistake. The blood came rushing out in rivers. He would be dead in thirty seconds.
I climbed out of the tunnel and the ivy patch. At the sound of footsteps, he turned his head. I approached him and stood in front of him.
"I guess I get to move on," I said coolly.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He closed it and tried again. This time he succeeded.
"C-Clever, darling..." he whispered in a hoarse, gurgling voice. And then the cocky grin returned. "But... not clever enough..."
With faint horror I felt the barrel of his arrow gun pressed into my chest. He was going to fire, and that would be the end of me. I'd have come all this way for nothing...
"Arrivederci, darling," he whispered, but his hand had gone slack and his expression glazed. He mouthed the word 'Arrivederci' again. And then he was still. He died with that stupid grin on his face. That stupid, cocky grin.
A small ding sounded and the door slid open. I stood up after gently closing his eyelids and left through the door, which slid closed behind me.
Time for the fourth test.
This is entirely based off of a dream I had. It's really the only scene I remember vividly.